Sunday, September 17, 2006

Praises Thunders Kills

Fire waits where fury was with looped ears and a mind full of lack Motives come from positive position but guarded walls aren't fullproof Until they could also move sensing a way towards our interpolationsPressing on in cruel techniques memory complains about persisting mind For every music never seen fire awaits every fact never sung we aligned Falsely and do not see the brute exhibit for the lack of what is done

Where number does not bind hold me in this echo ironic as a scribe goes During backward glances brave bright sand holds shape of attention most Cameras that come and the sincerely undead beloved as they projectA reproaching flicker so hear your exterior heroics where eye's not I yetRefugees escape harm to be harmed these corrupt words scattered to lyric Forgetfulness regulated by a mutual blood of project of action and wrist

Onwards piecemeal go with the words as this is written and severed By the eventual twist which is not innocence indeed no since nor sense But justly ulterior suffered as the horizon of an awaited thought What the aphorist makes instead not having forgotten to be dead Like a magic lantern among the particulars of thought throwing out Soundtracks of surrounding bifurcations the tears of shadows fell

Of project of action and rest forgetfulness regulated by an insular course These words of corruption scatter lyrical refuge save it praises from it kills So hear your outer heroics an approaching flicker where I’s not eye yetAs they come cameras and the sincerely undead as they project beloved Brave bright sand holds shape of attention most during backward glances In this echo iconic as a strobe goes where number does not bind merely show

We aligned falsely and do not see the brute exhibit for all evaluations worthIn this gas and despair we can thrive by dying for now our time to cry no Being immortal organs for hearing noontide a way towards every fact never sungCalling out the broad conditions of this leave from fronts I hear That child whose image insists where they put the cut the will is power putPromising no one some lines in your judgment book so we are time so far.